A Detailed Report of a Containment Breach

Call Record

SCP-035 slowly stood up and said with a smile, "Listen, friend. I know what you are thinking. You want to get out of here, and so do I! We are both victims. Pull the lever on your left and get me out. I will tell you the way to the exit. This is beneficial for both of us."

As the lever was pulled, with a "fffffffffff" sound, the whole containment chamber was filled with poison gas.

035 adjusted its tone, "Friend, I mean the lever on your left side, not right."

"Human, that doesn't work for me. If you want to test my patience, then well, it has already come to an end. Get me out and that won't count."

"Hey! Are you listening to me? Shit! Do not play with the lever on the right anymore!"

"GODDAMN! Are you fucking trying to see how much poison gas can the Foundation get you!"

Call Record

Now SCP-087's task is to fight with a class-d personnel, mentally and physically. "Fuck!" SCP-087-1 complained. More precisely, he is a class-d SCP-087-1. It has to complete the assignment from SCP-682, which is to drive that fucking class-d personnel out.

This SCP-087-1 prayed, "Hope he didn't bring a nuclear powered flashlight and didn't have any combat skills, better like the protagonist in 'Outlast 2'. Hope he doesn't even know how to run or jump." There are a lot of class-d personnels here recently, "The home-like mold scent in SCP-087 is going to be depleted by those fucking invaders!" In spite of it being just a class-d SCP-087-1, it still has a special relationship with its "home".

The class-d personnel cautiously walked down thirteen stairs, complaining about the moisture and stench of this small, closed space. Then, after turning his flashlight off, he started to wander about on the 14th stair. "Someone had been here?!" He seemed to be saying. 087-1 was also surprised, not because of this guy being so scared, but for the environment surrounding it - blood stains and screams creeping and depressing under dark light - being so different than before.

"Shit! I thought this place wasn't that scary!" Panic manifests in 087-1's heart. Its bluish-white face turned to complete white; it would shout if it has a mouth. "Stupid! That's because it's the HD Remastered Version!" O5 087-1 roared under the stairwell, "Take that guy out of here!"

The class-d 087-1 set its mind. Meanwhile, it noticed that the creepy BGM suddenly disappeared. Another loud, fast-paced music of gongs and drums started to play. If 087-1 didn't recall that it doesn't even have a body, it will dance together with the music.

"Bros no kidding. How would I panic?"

087-1 was sure that the sound wasn't from the class-d personnel. In fact, it always thought class-d personnels never talked. The atmosphere became more eerie with the personnel's head without face. "Don't they know what they look like?" 087-1 mumbled.

Finally, 087-1 decided to raise its courage and rush to that class-d as fast as possible. It scratched the DV embedded in the personnel's face, and then escaped with no other thoughts. That scream of the class-d personnel was still frightening today.

087-1 finally sighs with relief after seeing the class-d stands for 3 minutes before disappearing. "It's rather a Live or a Stream. He will come back." An old 087-1 said.

The class-d 087-1 swore that it would never see him again before finishing its curse.Next Page

通话记录

SCP-079 shouted in the radio, "(Explosion) 682, Nine-Tailed Fox is coming. There're a lot of them! (Explosion)”
SCP-682 roared back, "I fucking see! I have two fucking military helicopter meeting above me now, got it?"
SCP-079 replied with his deep, hoarse voice, "Fortunately that goddamn class-d personnel finally opens the door… (Explosion) Nice job, 682! What a tail swing!"
SCP-682 said angrily, "How many fucking helicopters are there?"
SCP-079 said after a gap, "Watch your word, 682 (Explosion)… Fuck, there are at least 13 before the nuke starts!"
SCP-682 roared. He didn't know that 079 was playing a "mine-sweeping" game it evolved. Apparently it wasn't so skillful.
SCP-079: "(Explosion) Damn… Wait, 682, I can't see you. Did you evolve invisibility? Or is it electromagnet interference?"
SCP-682 barked into the radio, "What do you fucking think? Thanks to that asshole modeler from 'The Chaos Insurgency'!"1

Yes, Dr. Xue Feng. That's all for this containment breach. I made lots of research on this, those frightening scenes made me anxious and restless. I wish you can approve this report, thank you.
End of Report.

Please don't use your work time to play video games anymore. I don't think that is a good idea, even if the game is about the Foundation. Don't sink yourself into fan-arts, too; who knows how did those in the JP branch thought! Moreover, SCP-087 really doesn't talk, and so do SCP-173. They're not even in the same Site. The Foundation really doesn't use keycards. At last, our slogan is Secure, Contain, Protect; not Gun-shot, Seek-death, Watch-anime.

Now, stand up from your fucking swivel chair and do something a Foundation member should do.Like playing SCP: Remastered? Another day of breaking my word. ~05-J, where "J" stood for "Joke Items"